Friday, August 18, 2006
I don't
know where it's safe to..be. There are expectations and cautionary tape; reputations and courtesy. And, no, she'll never run out of smiles or words or thoughts..just places to let loose.There are odd breakage points, and the slipping urge to ignore them.
I am afraid to compromise; I am unable to rock your boat..I should learn from those awkward nights, those tear stained sheets. I wish to be a radical, the better part of me slits the truths formed at her lips.
I should learn to stop saying
shut the fcuk up.
There seems to be an air
about me that I can't shake off
shut the fcuk up.
There seems to be an air
about me that I can't shake off
Something's happening and I'm not sure where this skin'll touch down, anymore. The view from here's a resemblence of..
I hate you, disappear.
It's sleepy and the coasters are lying around..I'm here and people abandon ground. It's paranoia, nausea, it reminds you that things are not yesterday and yesterweek and yestermonth and yesteryear. Thank God. This and you and we are not even just today..we are now; beyond minute, more defined than millisecond..there is nothing to be but the moment. No pasts no reputations no silk sheets.
It's hilarious to have to hide and twist and realize,
in the mess of you,
that it is anything but safe out there.
in the mess of you,
that it is anything but safe out there.
| {10:29 PM}
